Three (letters) took him to his final (resting) place - three letters are HIV
A (lonely) mother (gazing) out of her window
(staring) at a son that she just can't (touch).
If at any time he's in a (jam) she'll be by his (side),
but he doesn't (realize) he hurts her so much.
But all the (praying) just ain't helping at all,
'cause he can't seem to keep his self out of (trouble).
So, he goes out and he makes his (money) the best way he knows (how),
another body laying (cold) in the (gutter).
(Listen) to me.
Don't go (chasing) waterfalls.
Please (stick) to the rivers and the lakes that you're (used) (to).
I know that you're gonna have it your (way) or nothing (at) (all),
but I think you're (moving) too fast.
Little (precious) has a nat'ral (obsession) for (temptation),
but he just can't see.
She gives him (loving) that his body can't (handle),
but (all) he can say is, "Baby, it's good to me."
One day he goes and takes a (glimpse) in the (mirror),
but he doesn't (recognize) his (own) face.
His (health) is (fading) and he doesn't know why.
Three (letters) took him to his final (resting) place.
Y'all don't hear me.
